Alone With The Dark Man

                      VOID

I walked back to where the unconscious bitch was and scooped her into my arms. It was taking me a whole lot to keep my cool. 

Since she was all bloody, I tried to escape my inferno with the fake images of her being my dead victim. Yes, she was dead and I was just going to dump her body in the trash can. 

That was the only way I could keep my mind sane a bit. Because, fúck! I hated this shit I'm about to do. I was a killer, I never abduct my victims. No matter how difficult they seem to be, I always get the answers I need out of their mouths before leaving the scene. This bitch right here was my first failed mission, and I hated everything about it. 

Well, it wasn't entirely a failed mission. It wasn't even a mission st all, because obviously, she's the wrong target. Fúck Rocco for messing up the identities. 

I departed the room and made use of the elevator to the last floor. Of course, I came across a few people who threw suspicious glances at me. Two of them had brought out their phones, seemingly placing calls, and I needed no fucker to tell me they were tryna reach out to the corps. Well, they can call the God-damn President if they fúcking wish. Who the fúck are the authorities to meddle in our affairs? They never dare. 

As I stood in the elevator and awaited it to get to the last floor, I looked down at the woman in my arms. Her face was partly subdued into my chest, looking almost lifeless. She felt so light, so fragile. It irked me that I was carrying such a weakling in my hand. 

The elevator doors slid open but I knew I hadn't gotten to my floor yet. Two people were standing on the other end, obviously wanting to enter. But the moment they saw me - and the wounded woman in my arms - they became awe-struck. 

"Fúck off." I threatened. 

I doubted they could even breathe at that moment. They watched with fear as the elevator doors closed up and we resumed on our way.  

Finally, we got to the last floor and I walked dauntlessly, totally ignoring the frightful look from the people around. Well, they could shiver all they wanted, as long as they don't try to touch me. Only then will they sign their death certificates. 

I got to the spot my car was parked, opened the backseat and laid the bitch down on it. Then, I shut the car - made sure it was undoubtedly locked - and returned to the building. I still had a few things left in her room. 

I got the things I wanted, including her phone. I got back to the car and found her still asleep. Good for her.

Settling in the driver's seat, I turned on the ignition and drove out of the God-damn place. 

***

It was quite a distance, but after what seemed like forever, I arrived at my duplex.

I took out the lady from the back and frowned when I noticed her blood had tainted my seat. Blood. It wasn't such a bad idea anyway. But it would've been more fun if it was the blood of my true victim. I wouldn't mind painting my entire car with it. 

I opened the door to my living room, turned on the lights and took the stairs to the room. Damn it! I hated this so much! The thought of keeping this bitch in MY house was killing, I wanted nothing more than to slam her against the wall. 

I checked for the room I could possibly keep her in my head. I'd gladly love to keep her in the most un-conducive corner, where she'd be in total darkness and whimper all through. Sons and daughters of bitches do not deserve any form of comfort, not when they were around me.  

But unfortunately, my house was built for MY comfort. My business stays outside, and my house is meant to serve as a rewarding paradise - a paradise I can come to and just be relaxed. I never thought they'd be a need to bring a fucking victim to my house any day. Hence, it was disturbing that this bitch here might get some comfort. There's no dark room, no spare room for torture. Fúck it!

I got into one of the spare rooms and frowned at how cozy it looked. Although, it was small and was my least luxurious room, still it nettled me that I'd have to keep her in here. Nobody deserves comfort in my apartment. No motherfucker at all. 

I was about keeping her on the bed but changed my mind. Hell no, she doesn't deserve that. 

I kept her roughly on the floor, seething with anger as I watched her unconscious face. 

'Just three days, Void' I reminded myself. 'Three days and she's out of here.'

The sight of her wounded areas caught my attention. She was still bleeding slightly and had lost a lot of blood. Well,to hell with that. I wouldn't care if she bled to death. 

With a grunt, I vacated the room, trying so hard to keep myself sane.

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                             JERAH

Regaining consciousness, pain was my sole companion. It surged through every fiber of my being, it's epicenter residing within my hand and leg. 

I didn't know how long it had been, didn't know where I was. A heavy haze engulfed my head, pressing me down with an oppressive force, and a soft whimper escaped my lips as I forced my eyes open. 

Looking around, fear enveloped me when I discovered I was in a strange room. I was all messed up with blood over me, and the sight of My blood filled me with so much dread, I felt like bursting into tears. 

Then, I remembered him, the monster that had done this to me. How did I get here? The last I could remember was him stabbing me twice. I thought he'd have ended my life already. 

Painfully, I managed to stand to my feet. Only then did I realize how weak and empty I was. Oh, God! My entire body was shaking.

With my right hand over the hand that had been stabbed, I ambled to the door. Something in my guts told me it'd be locked, but I tried, anyway. I twisted the knob and it was just like I expected. It was locked. 

"H...Hello?" I called feebly, my breath unsteady. "Is anyone there?"

There was no response. Then, I decided to look around the room. 

I limped as I checked to the bathroom, the closet. There was no one in the room with me. Who brought me here? Could it be that monster? But why? I can't be kept on a room like this.

I returned to the door and started knocking, making use of my unhurt arm. I thwacked the door repeatedly, fear getting the very best of me. Definitely, someone must be around. Whoever it was, I needed to get out of there.

Finally, I heard the jingles of key, and next, the knob turning. 

I took an intuitive step back, not knowing who or what to expect. My hand went up to the rosary on my chest as I said a little prayer in my heart. I needed to be saved from this evil.

The door opened and the monster came into view - his face cold-stricken. 

I noticed he wasn't in the same outfit I had seen him with in my apartment. Although, he was still in black and looked scary, he appeared more casual. He wasn't wearing a jacket, hence his hands were exposed. I flinched at the deep tattoos I found on each hand. So immoral.  

He walked into the room with his frosty gaze on me, staring at me like I had committed an offense. With every step he took towards me, I took an impulsive step back. Although, I was limping. 

"You don't yell in here and bang on my door like that, unless you're yelling from being banged by something else." He spoke with so much darkness in his eyes. 

I didn't completely understand what he meant. But I knew he was warning me. 

"Please..." I took more recoiling steps even tho he had stopped walking. "I... I promise you, I am not who you think I am. I'd never hurt anyone. Please."

Sharp pains stung at my hand. I held it as I winced. When I looked back at him, I found him staring coldly at me. 

"Please, l...let me go. I promise, I won't tell the corps about this." I pleaded. 

Ridicule flickered across his eyes. Like, he gave me that look of ridicule like I had just said something foolish. 

Without a word, he walked out of room. I couldn't tell if he locked the door, but I was too scared to go find out. Something in my guts told me he didn't just leave. No, he was definitely coming back. 

Like I predicted, the door opened again and he walked in, this time around with a box. My heart jumped out of my chest, my eyes popped open instantly. 

What?!! He still didn't believe me?

I whimpered as I backed away, my heart racing with so much fear.

"Please! Please! I'm telling you the truth! Don't do this again! Please!" A tear slipped my eye. 

He paused and looked at me, throwing a ludicrous glare in my direction. He looked away as he set the box down on the table and I watched with bated breath while he opened it. A tiny gasp of relief passed through my throat when I didn't find torture tools in it. Instead, there were first aid tools.

He picked up a small transparent bottle and approached me, and I swiped away the tear on my cheek. Even tho he wasn't having any dangerous tool with him, I still felt so scared as he came towards me. Everything about him was scary - his huge body, the dark aura around him, and his hard face. His face resembled a rugged cliff - extremely handsome but unyielding to softness. My entire life, I've never seen anyone as good looking as he was, he was the perfect definition of sin. But his stern and cruel nature was the very thing that scared me to the guts. 

For a man that stabbed me twice without batting a lid, I have to be extremely scared of him. He was a demon. 

Getting close enough to me, he stopped walking. 

"Take off your clothes." My blood ran cold the moment he uttered those words.